BRIDGET WINDSOR.
“it wasn’t meant to be a decent whisper, it’s called stage whispering dumbass,” bridget shot a shit-eating grin at ollie before landing a heavy slap on his chest for cursing so blatantly around the younger kids. “what your father means is that he wasn’t the greatest student, and he didn’t learn much when he was studying at oxford but he did meet me, a very intelligent and beautiful woman, he’s trying to tell you to be like your mama,” she smirked and nodded at ollie while dess snorted. “you’d want to hope if she gets pulled over they’re one of yours, she doesn’t have a permit ollie, she’s fifteen,” bridget sighed but made no attempt to stop her eldest from taking the wheel.
she leant onto ollie for the majority for of the drive, sleepy from their activities the night before, they were both insatiable. “help me out of the car you two, i’m fat, grumpy and i want to see my babies.”
“my poor wife.” ollie teased, helping her out of the car. “good job driving by the way, sweetie. certainly better than your grumpy pregnant mother.” smiling as odessa handed him the keys to the car as they went to the doctor’s office. “we should definitely get burgers after this. i’m starving and your mama hasn’t eaten yet, since she was sleeping the whole trip.” he says to odessa as if bridget weren’t there.













